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[circumspector]

Who: Angel + closed starters
What: A catch-all
When: mumbles incoherently gesturng at calender
Where: a place

[ Closed starters in the comments, if you'd like open prompts for Angel to tag, there are these here on the event. ]

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[itsnotaonesie]

He doesn't mean to stare at her just, basic every day sort of movements, but he kind of does. He doesn't mean to be rude, she's just a cool monster chick.

"If we do break anything, I can probably fix it. Just in case though, better make sure there's nothing around that you can kick me into."

Assuming she'll be able to dislodge him from the floor. He is one hundred percent planning on taking advantage of his sticky power. Either way, he positions himself so his back is to the edge of the balcony. If she whacks him real good, he'll just go over the edge. Even if he can't manage to catch himself with his webs, the fall to the bottom level won't be enough to kill him.

"Okay, this should be good."

[circumspector]

It's as good as anything.

So she does her best to take him seriously. It's not hard. She doesn't assume on the base of height, weight, age. Everything about Pandora stripped someone of the notions of what made strength, what made ability. The strong didn't mean the biggest.

Angel headed for the other end of the corridor. Lowering her body down. Learned a few things from Jacob, how to hold herself as when she turns, to begin to run, long strides that far outstrip any human being.

That when she jumps, she hurls herself, not to flight, but in the weight of something heavy and terrifying being thrown that she lands. Throwing her leg in a kick that lands centre of mass of his chest.

And hits with the weight of a building coming down.

[itsnotaonesie]

He braces himself for the impact, feet sticking to the floor, web shooters at the ready just in case. Having been crushed by a building before, he can pretty confidently say that the impact is pretty on par with that, only this time it's focused on the center of his chest. To say it knocks the wind out of him would almost be an understatement, the impact is strong enough to do that and to knock him over the edge of the balcony, taking a couple chunks of the floor with him.

It's all good, though. A strand of web catches the ceiling just after he goes over the edge, and a few seconds later he manages to pull himself back up onto the balcony. He just needs a second to catch his breath, don't mind him sitting here on his knees for a minute.

"Holy shit." That's about all he can manage right now. He is very impressed.

[circumspector]

Angel immediately runs to check when he goes flying. "Oh, no, oh no, I'm so sorry, please don't be dead - don't be dead - I've only been here a few weeks -!" Immediately sticking her head over the edge to see if he was still alive after the last thing she saw was him going the ledge.

But he is. Taking a deep breath in and out and relief. Phew. Not one more dead body onto the list. "Ohthankgod." But she sighs a heave of relief, that he was alright. Going over to touch a hand on his shoulder to make sure. "Are you okay? Nothing broken?"

[itsnotaonesie]

He gives her a bit of a sheepish grin, rubbing at his ribs a bit.

"I'm okay. Might have broken a rib or two, but I'm not having any trouble breathing so I'm not too worried about it. I'll be healed by tomorrow... evening-ish at the latest? I'm a really fast healer, don't even worry about it. Sorry to scare you like that."

[circumspector]

That isn't exactly comforting as a whole, but since broken ribs is a hell of a lot less than 'dead from the hole in my chest' she'll take it right now.

Which begs one question - ? "What are you even made out of, titanium steel?"

[itsnotaonesie]

If it helps, he doesn't seem all that bothered by said broken ribs. He'd gotten way worse after being hit by a train, after all.

"Flesh, blood and bones, just like everyone else. I'm just a lot more durable than most people. This spider bit me a few years ago and it mutated my cells and stuff, I'm basically a walking tank."

[circumspector]

Well, she doesn't want him straining himself, not if he doesn't have to. Broken bones or otherwise, no matter how fast he healed, needed to be taken care of so they didn't set wrong.

So with one hand, Angel helps him get his bearings.

"A spider, huh? You sure you don't come from Pandora?"

[itsnotaonesie]

"Nah, I'm from Queens."

He accepts the help, lifting his shirt up to see if she left any cool hoof prints on him. He's already got an impressive bruise forming, but he doesn't seem at all bothered by it. In fact, he's digging his phone out of his pocket because he is totally going to take a picture of this shit.

"Uh, Queens, New York. Earth? You're not an alien, right?"

[circumspector]

Angel blinks at him as she tries to think of if she's heard of it. If at all.

"I know Earth. New York.... New York is in America. Which is where Boston is too? Is New York near London or Boston?"

It's very hard keeping all these places straight, honestly. Everyone from Earth was honestly just so much.

"I'm not from Earth. I come from Pandora. But I was human, we all came from Earth if I remember it right, like hundreds and hundreds of years ago... So is everyone, uh, mostly. Human and from Earth. But that is like six galaxies away, so I can't say what connection most people have to Earth."

[itsnotaonesie]

"It's closer to Boston," he says with a chuckle, taking a picture of his bruise like a weirdo before tugging his shirt back down.

"Your universe's humans migrated all over space, that is awesome. I've only been to space once and it was kind of horrible."

[circumspector]

That Angel covers her mouth and giggles, nodding in absolute agreement. He's right. He has, admittedly a different idea about how right he is, but even then...

He is still so right. "Space is horrible. That's pretty much the same. Absolutely awful. People have to deal with their loved ones being eaten alive in front of them - all the time? Yeah. All the time."